Page 21 of Tormented Dreams

From the state of the open lash wounds he’d treated when he'd first met Grace, but the tell-tale lack of any severe scarring, he suspected she had recently started to exceed the threshold of safe, corporeal force and was slowly headed into dangerously excessive territory. Likely, she had become impervious and inured against the level of pain she received and needed moreand more brutality in order to find the satisfaction and the highs she sought from the lifestyle. Xavi felt obliged to re-educate her and prove there were alternatives to simply demanding an increased severity in an overly narrow focus of corporal punishment.

Following the damp lines he’d drawn with the ice, Xavier repeated them with the candle wax. Hot on top of cold.

Spirals of colour swirled around the globes of her breasts and across the planes of her fluttering stomach, and his chest swelled with satisfaction as Grace writhed and whimpered on the bed.

"Argh…the ginger!" he heard her mutter, more to herself than to him.

He ventured lower, across her hipbone and down her quivering legs, allowing the liquid to flow onto the skin of her sensitive inner thighs.

Damn, but she was responsive. Xavi couldn't help but appreciate how much. Sometimes the masochists he met were so hardened it was difficult to pry any reaction from them. Not much fun in that for a sadist who lusted after each precious little sound of anguish and ecstasy.

Not so with Grace.

Her body trembled and quaked. The little whimpering noises and the sobs she tried so hard to repress were a joy to listen to. They fed the perverse need inside him for the deviant and ratcheted up his lust to a higher intensity.

There had been a time during his youth when Xavi had tried to curb what he had believed were abnormal desires, judging them to be dangerously at odds with his occupation. But allthat had led to was frustration, and a lack of concentration and attentiveness that really did put his patients at risk.

With some valuable help and insight from his colleague, psychologist Micah Flynn, who was now the Manager of Club Risqué, Master X had been born and Xavier had finally managed to balance his two opposing character traits.

Once he had started embracing them, instead of resisting the pull, his life had taken a much richer, calmer, and infinitely more satisfying direction.

He had long been content with the life he now led…but Grace? Well, she just seemed to complete him, filling a void he hadn't even realised was present until he met her.

Popping a half-melted ice cube to pool in her navel, Xavier reached for a handful of clothespins. Grace’s nipples were still puckered and hard, and he trapped first one and then the other between the biting pincer tips before swiftly placing a third on her peaking clit without allowing her time in between to regain her equilibrium.

As her initial squeals receded, Master X took great delight in re-igniting them as he placed several more clothespins on the sensitive skin of her labia and even on the tender undersides of her breasts as well as her inner thighs.

Grace couldn't stop herself from wriggling and writhing as she did her best to escape the clamping jaws, but each movement only made things worse, jiggling the evil, pinching grips so the pain flared, causing her to jump some more in a complete catch-twenty-two scenario. The more she wriggled, the more they jiggled; the more they jiggled, the harder they pinched, and the harder they pinched, the more she wiggled. And each andevery movement increased the ginger burn. It was a joy of a dilemma, and when Grace attempted to still her body to break the predicament, Xavier took great delight in flicking the ends of the pins to get her hopping again.

Watching her lustfully, Xavier exalted in her pain while he unhurriedly removed the rest of his clothes. Then he gripped his cock with firm fingers and deliberately pumped back and forth right there in her view, grinning wickedly as he watched her swallow unconsciously and lick her lips at the sight.

He used the flick of the belt to pick off the clothespins adorning her inner thighs, admiring the pretty pink splashes of colour they left and the random pattern that decorated her pale skin.

Grace was still screaming from the painful flow of blood rushing back into her labia and clit when he pushed forcefully inside her.

Xavier grabbed her heated buttocks, squeezing them mercilessly in his palms as he used them for leverage, holding her up off the bed and all but immobile as he pounded ruthlessly inside her clutching sheath.

This was no time for gentle, and Xavier's over-stimulated psyche was dangling at the thin edge of control.

He watched in fascination as Grace's generous breasts bounced where her shoulders rested on the bed, her bound wrists still stretched out above her head.

He felt the clutch of her pulsing sex as he thrust mercilessly to bottom out against her cervix as deep as he could possibly get, feeling every millimetre of the incremental tightness caused by the ginger plug.

He heard the small sounds, the pants and the tiny hiccupping sobs that were torn from her sweet lips through every jolt of his body that connected with her own.

And then he experienced all three together as he felt her channel tighten distinctively around his thrusting cock, her eyes widening as they gripped him in her gaze, her mouth sucking in a stuttering breath, only to be expelled in a breathy moan as her climax overtook her.

Xavier chose his moment to release the last two clothespins from the tips of her nipples then threw his head back. The tendons in his neck tensed in sharp relief as he roared out his own completion when the pleasure-pain drove Grace to an even higher pinnacle and she howled in tandem, bucking her hips as they both rode the surf of their respective orgasms.

Xavier extended the pleasure as long as was humanly possible. He reached around and fucked her puckered hole with the pungent ginger, reigniting that heat, before he pulled it out and tossed it onto the tray. Then he fell forward, his knees close to giving out, and welcomed her legs wrapping around him as he bit into the already tender tips of her nipples before collapsing on top of her while their sweat mingled and they both sucked in oxygen in laboured, gasping breaths.

As Xavier groaned and rolled exhaustedly to the side to avoid crushing her, there was just one thought in his mind: by Christ, she was magnificent!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Grace woke slowly with a delicious lassitude deep in her bones and the kind of contentment she usually only dreamed about in those enchanted, wistful hours before the cold light of dawn blew the cobwebs away and the harshness of reality set in.

Today was different. She was so warm and satisfied she didn't want to free herself from the little bubble of enjoyment she was floating in, so it took her a while to realise she wasn't at home in her own lonely bed.

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